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He crosses back to me and uses the washcloth to clean me up.
I blush again at the intimate act.
Once I'm more or less clean, Roman holds a hand out to me and pulls me into a seated position. He surprises me when he steps up in front of me and wraps his arms around me. I'm unsure what I expected, but it's not this gentleness or sweetness. He seems relaxed and content as he holds me. I don't think I've ever seen him so still. I find myself liking the way being in his arms feels, maybe a little too much.
I push away, gently untangling myself from him.
He looks down at me, but if he sees the fear suddenly whispering through me, he doesn't comment on it. "You hungry?" he asks instead.
"Starving." My stomach growls loudly as if to punctuate my words.
He laughs. The sound rolls over me. It's deep and dark, and I realize that I've never heard him really laugh before. When I've spent time around him, he was always quiet, always observing and studying. In all the time I've known him, I can't remember us ever having an actual conversation either. We spoke in brief snippets or through Tahani, rarely to one another directly. Yet, I'm fairly certain he probably remembers every word I've ever spoken around him.
I contemplate this revelation as he yanks his sweats up over his legs, washes his hands, and then strolls to the fridge and pulls it open to look inside. I'm not sure why he never talked to me. Was he avoiding me, or did he simply prefer to stand back and observe?
"You know we've never had a real conversation the entire time I've known you?" I ask him as he pulls ingredients out and places them on the counter beside him.
He shoots me a questioning look over his shoulder.
"Are you always quiet, or were you avoiding me?" I ask point-blank.
He tenses for a moment, and I think he isn't going to answer me, but then he relaxes and goes back to prowling through the fridge. "I was avoiding you," he mutters before depositing a handful of vegetables on the counter and pushing the fridge door closed with his foot. "You're my daughter's best friend. I didn't think it was smart to spend any more time with you than was necessary when I already wanted to do fucked up shit to that sexy little body of yours."
Oh.
Well, okay then.
I clear my throat. Shift around.
"Like what?" I try to ask casually, but the question comes out sounding breathless.
His eyes meet mine. The intensity in those hazel depths sends my heart into overdrive. "I know you can still feel me inside you, baby. You really need me to tell you?"
"I…" I shrug instead of finishing that sentence.
"Didn't think so," he says before turning back to the food.
He works quickly, pulling bowls, plates, and pans out of the cabinets. Once he's gotten everything he needs, he starts chopping vegetables for omelets.
I watch him work for several minutes before hopping down to help. My legs feel like rubber beneath me as I lean over to grab my shirt out of the floor. His hand comes down on my bare ass, making me jump. Before I can even blink, he's stolen my shirt from me.
"I was going to put that on," I say, glaring at him when he tosses it on top of the fridge so I can't reach it.
"No, you weren't," he mutters before picking me up and plopping me right back down on the island. "Sit your sexy ass down and stay there."
"Don't tell me what to do, Roman."
"Then don't be a pain in the ass, Mila."
I growl at him, annoyed.
He cocks a brow at me.
"I was going to help you cook," I mumble.
"I appreciate that, baby, but you need to stay off that foot, and you need food before I fuck you again." He leans forward, pressing his lips to my cheek, right beside my ear. "And if I see that ass in the air again, I'm going to fuck you from behind whether you're starving or not. So sit there and behave." He nips at my ear before turning around and walking back to the other side of the kitchen.
I glare at him, trying to think of a retort as another wave of heat blasts through me, but nothing comes to mind. So I sit there and watch him make me breakfast instead. He looks like he knows what he's doing. Within minutes, the kitchen smells amazing, and my stomach is rumbling.
